Nearly a feast at Khandwa, Indore

It’s year since my invitation to Khandwa was pending from a dear friend of mine. And then a call unexpectedly help planned my tour in just about a days time. Lots of talking, family time, kiddo time, local market visits and a must temple visit happened.

The best moments were indeed ones that satisfied my tummy. Few mouth watering items include those that were familiar and few those were introduced for the first time.

What an experience!!!!

The best Deal Kachori I had.

Sabudhana Kichidi….

Home made Paneer curry (soft and delicious), Stuffed capsicum, Dal, Jeera rice and Roti.

Gulkand and Kiwi Sharbhat

Ice dish

Mango Lassi

Doodh Jalebi

Poha for breakfast

Club Cheese Sandwich

Genie Dosa

Pani Puri (Indore wali)

Aloo Patties

Butte ka Kiss

Dahi Bade

Dry fruit Rabdi

Rabdi Gola (cocktail types)

Just a few those I tried….and gained a few kilos…don’t regret savoring these though……Indeed a culinary tour after long.

Cheers!

Wedding Crashers

What’s life without “good embarrassments”? Well, I bet each of us have had our own experiences and many of them turn out to be good memories. In my opinion, its good to encounter such situations, despite not being created intentionally.

I spoke to a good friend of mine,  after a month and she had something that we could laugh about for a while. It seems, that they went for a wedding last Sunday; With all the required preparation(getting traditionally dressed and racing off  Bangalore traffic), they landed at the venue that hosted two weddings on the same day. Unsure, where to go, they decided to ask the security guard. Much to their surprise, a Hindu and Muslim wedding were held, rather than a Christian wedding, where they intended to go. To their dismay, it was found that the wedding was held on Saturday. A day late!!!! Happens !!!! But, trust me she is gonna remember this for the rest of life. Its sweet, isn’t it!!

This reminded me another incident. My dad is an easy going person and he is now 64 years, yet is fun to hang around for any age group. He is a gem, I say. His close friend is Prasad uncle, who is equally fun loving.  Since, both friends stay almost about 20 kilometers far, they make it a point to speak frequently and visit atleast twice or thrice a month. Each time they met up, something naughty was up their sleeve, even at this age. Once such incident was when they decided to crash a wedding held at Trivandrum (caution-its not what they practice, but for fun). As they were well dressed, they decided to choose a venue, which seemed to be hosted by someone well to do. It was not hard, as the venue itself speaks about financial capacity. After having chosen one, they made sure to go around greet people (none would know them whom they represent). Then comes the best part, food!! Had sumptuous lunch with 3 payasam (desert) and left with a hearty laugh!!!!

Imagine they did this in their 60’s. How many of us would dare doing this for fun? I believe, that, the only life we are presented should have many such memories.

Have fun people, Have a lovely weekend!!

Cheers

Vannie

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Cycle Days

I was reminded of my cycle days a couple of days before, when my son
first took his bicycle on to the main road(at Bangalore), all excited
to show off his friends at the badminton coaching center. He will turn
9 this November and did not have the permission to ride his bike
except in the little lanes (at Hyderabad). Its a Red one, that could
easily attract. It was difficult to contain his happiness while riding.

During my school days, beginning 8th standard, I drove to school in
my bicycle, which was painted in Maroon with a thread of silver
lining, that was presented by a family friend of ours. I was not
alone, other girls from the colony few, a year older to me and few
others of my age. Those were one of best days. I remember riding
through the cantonement area, passing by neatly manicured lawns
and bushes, park for children, a couple of up and down slopes.
Sometimes singing, sometimes chatting while holding hands in pairs,
trying to race off to be on time.

Aah…my memorable days…that will never return.

Each of us do treasure such wonderful thought deep inside. Do share,
for, I am happy to listen to such stories.

Here is  picture of his Red Ferrari 🙂

Wising more of sweet flashbacks…..See you soon.

Vannie